Dooley

Dooley was a good ol' man he lived below the mill
Dooley had two daughters and a 40 gallon still
One gal watched the boiler the other watched the spout
Mama'd cork the bottles when ol' Dooley fetched them out

Ch.
Dooley slippin' up the holler...Dooley tryin' to make a dollar
Dooley give me a swaller and I'll pay you back some day

The revenuers came for him slippin through the woods
Dooley kept behind them all and never lost his goods
Now Dooley was a trader when into town he'd come
Sugar by the bushel and molasses by the ton

I remember very well the day ol Dooley died
The women folk looked sorry and the men sat around and cried
Now Dooley's on the mountain he lies there all alone
They put a jug beside his head and a barrel for a stone